Sona who sounds and resounds the quiet falls
The former uber-geek who studied nature’s laws;
Who in a single moment of briefest interaction
Wins every heart thro’ charm, and breaks up every faction;
Devoted now to peering at her patient’s naked bones
The jewel among the foolish dwarves who go on smashing stones;
Who can’t help but shine in a room of dim and dusk
Tho’ avid Boheme she might have been, to dine upon her busk,
Commemorations, tidings, and congratulations fair
We bid attend the year-grown Sona in her darkened, lazy lair;
And if her fondest wishes and hopes come not true
Curse all the unjust persecutors to be eaten by a grue.
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